"Then we had better change the sticks to the tier above," responded Peleg. "That will leave plenty of room for the leaves we have not brought in as yet."
"That's a good suggestion," answered Boone, and together the two scouts began to transfer the sticks from the lower to the second tier.
Peleg departed from the building to bring in more of the tobacco leaves and left Boone standing on the poles that separated the upper tiers.
Suddenly as the scout glanced below him he saw four Shawnee warriors stealthily enter through the door and laugh as they looked up to him.
"You no get away some more," said one of them whom Boone recognized as Owaneeyo, "We take you to Chillicothe this time. You no cheat us some more."
Every one of the savages was armed and looking up into Boone's face, while the direction in which the guns were aimed added force to this declaration.
Not for a moment losing his self-control, and aware that he was in the greatest peril of his life, Boone's careful preparation now showed its value. "Ah!" said he quietly. "Glad to see you, my friends. How have you been this long time?"
"Been heap mad," said Owaneeyo, frowning in a manner which betrayed his rising anger. "You come down."
"I shall be very glad to go with you, my friends. Tell me, how is Blackfish these days?"
"You come down!" repeated Owaneeyo.